I will have photos to post soon, and some writing that reflects the swimminess of having a new baby — how the heart and mind and body all melt into the time and space around me and weeks pass by and then more weeks, and soon enough it’s time to go back to work. I don’t mind the sleepless nights and the sleep-deprived days and how I can’t remember simple things like the word for “dugout” or how to find a hair cutting place in the phone book (look under “beauty salon” — who knew?). This time passes too quickly, and for only so much longer will I know that silky soft baby face against my own. I let Sam watch too many videos and I feel damn proud when I wash the dishes. I took a shower today.
This piece by Black Hockey Jesus is where I’m at these days. Split wide open.
Old House 
Allie
/ October 13, 2012I always wondered who still uses phone books! Much love to you and the babe! I texted Ben last week inquiring what you still needed (or probably wanted at this point, being that this your 4th) that we could get you. If it’s something big, I could get the fam to chip in!!
Kim
/ October 13, 2012Ha! Me! I find phone books to be a fairly quick way to find a number without isolating my kids (like using the computer does). I don’t have a smartphone. This means I also use paper maps while on road trips. Isn’t that quaint?
As for stuff we need… hmmm… we’ll email you. xoox.
Mamma
/ October 13, 2012Dearest Kimmy, It is what it is, yes we are the male and female energy of the Universe, and we are all connected, and the other side of life is death, and dying is the other side of living, and there isn’t much we can do about it except pay attention, and it has always been told to me by your grandmother (my mother) that the other side of dying is living. By the way, that Black Hockey Jesus writing is pretty good. Thanks for that. Tomorrow is your grandfather’s 100th birthday party. Lots of food and family. We are blessed. Love, Mamma